You’d have to have a heart of stone not to laugh at Hollywood. At the box office it’s just a steady stream of stinkers and bombs and Globohomo agitprop. The rankings of the Oscars apparently dived by 50% as the usual parade of morons and degenerates took to the stage to give themselves awards. Enjoy the laugh, I suppose; I’ve heard it said that only great people can tell great stories. I suppose laughing at Hollywood is the same as laughing as you cut your nose off to spite your face.
Today I escaped to December 7th, 1941 and watched Tora Tora Tora. It was a dire story but I found it oddly relaxing. The men were serious and sober and smoked cigars and pipes. As the Americans reeled under the surprise of the assault, they held it together even as their own FUBARS and SNAFUs manifested themselves with maddening regularity. The women were pretty and slim and gracious. There was no CG in the days when the movie was made, and the explosions and grandiose scenes had to be filmed in real life.
What just blew me away was in one scene the generals and politicos are squabbling and arguing and saying their lines... and in the background I saw one of the extras fighting to fold a huge piece of paper. He was literally going hand to hand with it and I couldn’t figure out what in hell he was doing with it. And then I got it... he was wrestling with a newspaper! HAR HAR HAR!!! When’s the last time YOU did that? Do you remember those fuggin things? You had to take it apart section by section, and have room to lay them down as you got closer to what you were after. Often, if you hadn’t gotten rid of the previous day’s edition your paper today got mixed up with yesterday’s and then you were just done. If somebody got to the paper before you did, you’d have to go through a mess to find what you wanted. If you didn’t find it you’d have to go through it twice, often to find that one a the family had it and had walked off with it. Sometimes the daily news was an exercise in futility AND road rage! HAR!
Reminiscing about the good ol’ days is one thing... but there are others that I am truly glad to see the last of.